This has been a week for cleaning. Next week will be a week for cooking.
I had rather be cleaning! Actually, I can think of a couple of things
I had rather be doing other than cooking or cleaning! But, it is always
great fun when the kids all gather round for Thanksgiving Day.
We have all been blessed and are truly thankful for all those blessings.
It was such a beautiful, warm and sunny, week that I could hardly
stand to stay inside. I kept wanting to just bolt out the door and forget
all about the dusting and mopping. Millie didn't help matters any, either,
when she kept going from window to window staring at me through
the glass. I know what she would have said if she could talk. In the
end, she would win, the cleaning would lose, and away we would go.
One never knows what might be waiting just around the next bend. We are good with whatever it might be as long as it is friend and not foe. The calves sometimes want to play with Millie, but I have trained her not to participate in their play.
And, around the next bend there was the buck we had been seeing
quite often. He wasn't afraid of us at all and allowed me to take a
dozen pictures. He may have just wanted to show off that nice rack.
He is definitely a nice eight-point buck, and would be a nice trophy
for some hunter to take home.
These were the same girls that we had encountered
a little earlier. It hadn't taken them long to make their
way over to fresh hay that had been rolled out. (Say,
that hay looks mighty good, even if I do say so myself,
almost as good as shredded wheat.)
From every book I read there is usually something that is
especially meaningful to me. From O Rugged Land of Gold
written by Martha Martin (and recommended by bogger
friend, Rose), it was this passage, which seems so
appropriate at this time of year.
"I was raised in a religious home, but I had to live in the wilderness to
experience the meaning of faith. In the States, I accepted what my
people believed, conformed to what was prescribed, and bothered my
head no further. Here the slate is wiped clean of all creeds and doctrines;
faith is stripped down to the fundamentals; and it becomes clear that
all religion is no more and no less than the human soul reaching out to
the Creator; that the individual, alone, of his own free will and accord,
must do the reaching. For me contact with God comes through his creation;
the forests and the hills, the winds and the tides, the birds of the air, the
creeping things upon the earth and the fishes in the sea, the starry heavens,
the loyalty of a friend, love and devotion, faith and work, honor and awe."
devotion, faith and work, honor and awe."
I hope all of you have a wonderful Thanksgiving..
Until next time,